We taught you big words when you were little - acoutrement and ubiquitous. I used to kiss you just above your tiny nose whenever I buckled you in, and you'd talk - from the back seat to the front seat, from our house all the way to wherever we were going, you'd talk. At night you'd snuggle next to me, and I'd tell you stories till one of us fell asleep. And although I didn't see the teen in the boy, I still see the little boy in the teen, and I still sometimes almost reach for your hand as we walk.
I really don't *only* write poems about my kids, but well, here's another, for Noah, who's now 17.